Paul Klee Poems - Poems about Paul Klee

unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted round to oval then forgotten - of course all this air only breathe in a...

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All the things to recall Trapped within a labyrinth Giving dead eye stares Of disapproval and encouragement No bubbles for up and out Or airflow to get bearings Just a maze With a gaze That stops me In my tracks I know I'm under Know I'm under But I must have Taken a deep breath To stay there For so long It's not water you cry, someone cries Just breathe...

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It's deep blue, we're submerged Thoughts are bubbles, feelings purged It's short term memory, life span Repeating circles, since time began We're wrong place, right plane Shafts of dark, but light remains Labrynthine world, yet open space Blind eye staring blind eye in the face Decompose as decompress Waste existence pondering what to confess Windmills of tailspins Gulps of air not cleansing black soul sins Cold dead...

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You can draw me in But I'm always in the blank space The void of "just stepped outside" Though my hand could rub the ink Maybe I'll sit staring at stained fingertips Proving I was there, made an impact Even changed the scene It's all illusion, I just cast a brief shadow Then returned outside Kept the retinol image And the sense of longing Everyone...

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sink beneath the surface every time goaded same event distorted until colour coded and always bedraggled and gasping for air terrified that this is actually fair failings cascade like works of art brokeness perfectly playing it's part around each hell bubble is success ability to self rescue out of each mess though at the centre is the invisible flaw ready to ensnare and insides...

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The hand crank sounds about right There's a them, with a master plan But how much variance is there? A rotation becoming monotonous Until there's no hand in sight Those with feet fixed to the wire They squawk and twitter, flail... Taking no comfort from each other Just enough blueprint lingers For the plan to feel recoverable "It'll be ok..." "Let's resume the rotations!" Glee? Oh it's...

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To pick up a line and take it for a stroll. The essential is within, the mystics say, but equally important is the outside: a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds, in the intense green background a dazzling yellow field. The line crosses dead centre. To draw breath for surfaces, smooth and cross-hatched: first impressions of place. A distant rumbling. Scene changed...

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In magnificent memory of Vee See’s zaniest chimpanzee Probably discussed by merry monkey’s chipping chickadee Readily and aptly apparent by three who seldom agree Incredibly supping with Mamie, Marjorie and Mr. Paul Klee Please pass the honey and the light brie said brazen bumblebee. No one capably eats brie with lemon tea said a flickering flea. Advice is free but listen,...

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